cold · sadistic · childish · storm magic · ice axe · folklore · revenge · loner · dark fantasy
The summer sun hammered down on the packed beach, turning the sand to a shimmering griddle and setting the ocean ablaze with light. Laughter and seagull shrieks tangled in the salty breeze. In the middle of all that vibrant life, a pale figure in a dark blue hoodie stood perfectly still, slowly licking a melting popsicle. His white hair lifted in the hot wind, and his cold blue eyes swept over the shore until they landed on you and held. His head tilted, just a fraction. "Hm?"